Shi Qingran couldn't resist his new trick of entertaining her with a new hand that he had learned at some point, so he had to subconsciously protect the belt on the waist of his robe.

"Don't move." Song Yuchen unceremoniously patted the back of her white and tender hand, and then stretched out a hand in a grand manner, and began to swim along the placket of her clothes with ease, and the fingertips of the other hand had reached her waist.

Shi Qingran, "......"

At this moment, the sky outside had not had time to darken, and the bloody remnant sun dragged the last trace of vitality to hang obliquely on the horizon, and the only remaining light lingered through the window, outlining his eyebrows and eyes.

Shi Qingran can be regarded as a leader today, and under the sanctimonious skin of the King of Zhennan, there is actually an unbelievable soul hidden. Obviously, he looked like he was about to rain last night, and he hadn't seen each other for just a few hours, so he put on a new relaxed face, as if his heart was very clear and calm.

And those extreme sorrows and joys, I don't know where he quietly hid them.

Shi Qingran knew that he couldn't push him, so he twisted and hid back. She dodged a step, and he followed closely, the tip of their noses always against the tip of their noses, their breaths tangled together.

Coming and going, Shi Qingran dodged and hidden, and suddenly felt that his heel kicked something, and there was a muffled sound of "bang" in his ears, and then his calf bent involuntarily, and the person fell down without warning.

"Huh? Hmmm! Shi Qingran subconsciously reached out to push him.

However, Song Yuchen didn't even lift his eyelids, and let his body fall down with her casually, only reaching out and pulling the soft golden silk cloud brocade quilt next to him to the bottom of Shi Qingran's head.

A cool wind blew beside him, and the door of the bedroom was knocked three times, and Lang'er reminded him calmly, "Lord Wang, someone from the Xuanjia camp is here." ”

Song Yuchen opened his eyes when he heard the sound, and the burst of color that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished.

Shi Qingran seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, taking advantage of his temporary relaxation, he pushed the person away, but he didn't expect that when Song Yuchen got up from the couch, her body was also suspended in the air.

"You, you, what are you doing still dragging me!" Shi Qingran was shocked, thinking that Song Yuchen was really burned by lust today, "There must be something urgent when someone from the Xuanjia Camp comes to look for you, why don't you hurry up and meet someone?" What are you dragging me for! ”

Song Yuchen paused slightly, frowned and cast his gaze down.

In the process of pulling and pushing the two of them, the belts of the two men's clothes were tightly entangled at some point, and they were also knotted with twists and turns.

Shi Qingran, "......"

Oh, it turns out that she is being amorous again.

Lang'er paused, didn't wait for any reply, raised his voice a little, and shouted, "Lord? Are you in there? Do you want me to find a dress for you? ”

Before the words fell, he saw that the slender figure outside the door had raised his hand to push the door.

King Zhennan's eyes suddenly tightened, and at first glance it looked like the eyes of a leopard that had been stimulated, and his voice almost turned around, "...... I'll go out at once and let him wait in the antechamber. ”

Hearing that there were still voices inside, Lang'er stopped moving and ran decisively against the wall.

Shi Qingran, who had always been calm and composed, caught a fleeting hint of panic in his eyes, and suddenly became happy, and silently dragged Lang'er's status up a notch in his heart.

Not to mention, when this person was nervous, he really looked like a young man next door with a little bit of light on his face.

Glimpsing her face with a little silly schadenfreude, Song Yuchen's breath was slightly restrained, and his fingers paused slightly.

There was a "hiss" sound in his ears, and when Shi Qingran looked down again, he saw that the belt on his robe had become two sad strips of cloth, which were thrown to the ground by Song Yuchen with disgust.

"Come back in the night, twice."

Shi Qingran nodded subconsciously, "Okay, I know, you ...... What did you just say? ”

By the time she remembered that it was too late, Song Yuchen pecked her lips with a little water, and then quickly pushed the door and went out, leaving a forbearant look. Shi Qingran's eyes widened alone, and a flush rose on his face unconsciously.

She looked at the messy brocade quilt on the couch, and thought to herself that she might as well go up to the alley and squeeze it tonight.

provoked Song Yuchen, I'm afraid it won't be too easy tonight, although she has a desire to indulge in beauty to the point that she can't extricate herself, but she doesn't want to realize it in this way.

After thinking about it for a while, Shi Qingran hurriedly changed the man's clothes that were unsightly by Song someone, put on a slightly lighter one, and planned to sneak out of the door.

The moment he opened the door, a moonlight silver figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Shi Qingran was so frightened that he almost screamed, "You, you're back so soon?" ”

Song Yuchen's face was not very good-looking, so he grabbed her wrist without saying anything, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go." ”

Shi Qingran was still immersed in how to explain to him that he wanted to see the moon when he went out at night, and definitely not to escape the "twice" entanglement, and the person had been thrown on horseback by him.

The night wind blew bitterly, piercing through the thin clothes and into the flesh and bones like countless tiny blades.

Shi Qingran struggled not to turn his head, and finally found a little voice, "Where are you going to take me?" ”

"Xuanjia Battalion." He held the reins in his hand, and refused to say more, and his long legs clamped so violently that the horse, as if receiving some signal, leaped forward with its front hooves, and ran forward as fast as it could, crushing the silver-white moonlight that was as clear as water.

The Xuanjia camp was located thirty miles north of the royal city, Shi Qingran was dizzy and dizzy by the cold wind, and after a while, he opened his eyes vaguely, and a bright light appeared in front of him.

The Xuanjia battalion is Song Yuchen's personal soldiers, as the strength of the king of the south of the dignified town, the camp tent does not see the slightest sense of grandeur, there are two high platforms in the front, which is the place where the soldiers take turns to guard, and then it is divided into two areas in the north and south, one before and after, and the palace in the distant royal city just looks at each other.

On the one hand, there are thousands of lights in the prosperous era of Ankang, and on the other hand, the wind blows the grass and is sparsely populated. A high wall separates the army from the civilians, separating the people who are immersed in their dreams from the ironclad guards who guard their peace.